Hands resting on the table
Faces locked with eyes
Seized in a moment flashed
with the quickness of flies
A bold and darting move
to test a grasping clasp
resulting in a gently broken flee
revealing what the eyes had sought
but not prepared to see
Awkward hands rescind in what a set mistook
A retreat lapsed from a gesture made,
Eyes not knowing where to look.
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